Happiness, when are we the happiest? I notice looking back that there was a time when nothing mattered. Stress, love, hate all in the distant future, but far from a thought in ones head. Free from responsibility and liability, could we have known what was ahead? Many things affect ones life, each decision made results in a consequence good or bad. As an innocent learning the rules of life from a sea of culturally different teachers, not knowing that there is another way, may sculpt you into who you are, but not who you want to be. Being a Child may be one of the happiest times of your life.
             Picture this, a young boy a young girl no more than 3 years of age. Sitting on what seems to be a wood deck, with there feet slung over the edge planted on what seems, but is not visible as solid earth. The young boy whose hair looks like it had a mixing bowl placed on it and sheared all the way around, looking straight ahead as if there was nothing there, staring into space. His hands in the preacher position slightly covering his grin, teeth showing from ear to ear. Letting you assume happiness, the boy radiates what appear to be no worries. He can enjoy life as he knows it not ready or waiting for any hardships in his day. His checkered shirt just above his elbows buttoned to the top as if a bit uncomfortable, olive green with white stripes. Standing out was his shirt in a vibrant way mainly because most of the photo was in black and white. Kaki shorts just above the knees, just below his shorts a hint of bare skin as they leave the rest to be imagined.
             Sitting next to the little boy the little girl with brown hair tucked beneath a yellow bandana with daisies spread across it. Her bangs hang down just shy of covering her wondering eyes. With out a care in the world it looks as if she is ready to enjoy life. She has a grin from ear to ear, like you see on a child just as they see a parent walk into the room after being gone for awh
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